C135 Emily's Trip to Sabah

The door to the lounge was pushed open, interrupting Zheng Zeyu's memory.

"Mr. Zheng, you're here. I'm sorry." The person who pushed open the door was just a staff member of the recording studio. Perhaps he was just pouring a cup of coffee. He thought that there was no one around, so he came in casually. However, he did not expect Zheng Zeyu to quietly sit inside, as if it was empty.

"It's fine